It’s not as glamorous as you may seem to think.It may seem all
pretty,it may seem like
it’s a wonderful life that we have,but it’s not.It’s a hard road.If there is anyway .
. .if I’d known what I
know now,I would trade in a
secondto get back where I
was as a child.

I would have gone back homeknowing now what I
know.It’s not been an
easy road.I’ve seen a lot of horrible
things down here.Experienced horrible
things.If you don’t have
to,don’t come heredon’t do drugs.It takes pain away
for a minute,for whatever time
that it is,but the pain keeps
coming back.the memorieswhatever it is that
you are trying to forgetkeep coming backthey are always with
you.

Is there something specific you want to forget?

my childhoodthe drugs numbed it

The Documentary

I
hope that it reaches some kids.If it helps even one
kid, you knowstop them from
coming down here,it would make my
heart just fill with joy.It just kills me to
see the young girls coming down hereSo young, you know,
like 12 years old, 13 years oldOut there on the
street corners, you knowhaving to turn
tricks for drugsand for their pimps.If it stops even one
of themfrom coming down
hereand going back home,that would make me
happy.It would have been
all worthwhile.

Nowhere Fast

I
just really hope that . . .that they (kids)
really thinkI know it’s always
hard when you are running away from home.There’s a lot of
pain.There’s reasons why
you don’t want to come home.But let me tell you,try to make it work
out.Talk to somebody to
try to make things work outBecause nothing,
nothing cud be worse than being down here.I mean, I was raped,molested as a child
when I was at homeand that’s nothing
to me compared to being down here.So if there is any
way, pleasedo whatever you can
to work it outbecause there isn’t
a life down hereYou just dieYou just end up
going nowhere, fast.

Keep one day at a timeAnd that’s no AA,
that’s just meThat’s the only way
I can do it for nowit keeps me going.